Foot. I told them; but they won’t go.
Paul. You surely don’t expect me to come out and speak to them myself? Tell them anything you like. You see I’m busy. You’re always disturbing me; be off with you!
Foot. There’s a gentleman that asks to see you too, sir.
Paul. Turn him out too.
(The person unknown comes in at the door. The Footman sees him, and exit.)
Unknown. Turn Nature out at the door, she’ll come in at the window.
Paul (rises). Oh! my dear fellow! I didn’t know it was you; I really beg your pardon.
Unknown. No; you didn’t know. (Inspects Paul from head to foot; then begins examining the room.)
Paul. Indeed I didn’t know. You don’t suppose I should have refused to see you?
Unknown (sits down). There, that’ll do, that’ll do.